Coming up from a foggy warm sleep, I heard his voice exclaim "Oh, it's Valentine's Day". When I opened my eyes, he was sitting up in bed proclaiming that every day should be Valentine's Day. Staring off into space, he asked me if I was a "holiday" person. Like, do I feel special on holidays? Or do I treat other people differently on holidays? Or are holidays a valid reason for me to spend extravagently? No, then, I am not a holiday person. On the other hand, it's easier to remember what happened when if you plan an event around a holiday. This year we moved into a wonderful little place outside of town I am proud to call "home". Have you ever lived somewhere that you were too embarrassed to invite guests? I have and for so long I lived that way I believed I didn't deserve any better. What's wrong with wanting to feel comfortable and striving for a better quality of life? No more feeling guilty or being a casualty of modern society ... Happy Valentine's Day to me :)